Soul Pursuits

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Ballroom Tales: Dancing Our Love Story

Posted on April 1, 2017

You could say that Joseph and I fell in love over a video cable. This lifetime, anyway. That was back in the 80s, when video cameras still needed cables and had to be pushed around on heavy tripods. Sometimes we were so busy chatting away behind those big cameras, we didn’t hear what shots the director was ordering. Oops.

We haven’t done much video work since then, but now we’ve plunged ahead on a Ballroom Tales project that’s very close to our hearts. We’re producing a short dance film, our own love story, many lifetimes long, told through music and movement. If all goes well, this may become a trailer for my new book, Past Life Lovers, Friends, and Enemies (coming soon).

Foxtrot, Anyone?

Okay, maybe we’re fictionalizing our story a little here and exaggerating a little there. Like the real-life stories in my book, ours is a tale of many lifetimes. To tell it through dance and fulfill our vision means that first, we have to conquer the ballroom moves required!!! That’s, um, only six dance styles (so far).

So we’ve hired actor/choreographer John Selby, who helped choreograph a routine for Lance Bass when the former *NSYNC member appeared on Dancing with the Stars. John has also won many impressive awards as a professional dance competitor. He’s a terrific teacher.

For fun, Joseph and I started our dance habit in 2000 with some old-school salsa classes. We moved on through other Latin dances, Argentine tango, and then ballroom. Typically, we learned a lot of bad habits, had a lot of fights, and suffered too many injuries from poor technique. John has been sorting us out and we’re excited to be working with him!

And What About That Concrete?

Neither are we sure how to solve all the production dilemmas yet, considering that it’s going to happen outdoors in a public setting. We might have to pillage the local community college to find some talented crew who’ll volunteer for the fun and experience.

Still, we’re having way more fun than going the usual competition route (which is what most ballroom students do). We are creating a moving painting. We are making Art with our movement, locations, costumes, music, and story. No words, simply dancing! Quite frankly, I think we’ve watched too many Bollywood movies, but we’re committed now.

Here’s a clip of John at work. Every great adventure begins with the first steps, right? Follow me on Instagram for more behind-the-glamour posts in the coming weeks.

Leap! said my watercolor oracle … and I leapt

Posted on May 27, 2016

"Leap" watercolor oracle Copyright 2016 Lianne Downey High-res version

“Leap!” said my watercolors.

“Where?” said I.

But meanwhile, we leapt.

Now, nearly six months later, the watercolor is finished and we live in a different house with a new housemate. We’ve tried on several different modes of employment these past few weeks (certified biofield tuners, caterers, corporate consultants, educators, researchers, personal biofield compatibility consultants) and we have new friends and associates, less furniture, and fewer cumbersome belongings. My heart is full, my head is clear, and I’m so looking forward to the next step. Or leap.

I used to be afraid of horses. But I’m glad this one came to my rescue and appeared on my paper just as I splashed on those complementary colors in a burst of freedom. I never dreamed I could make that faint horse-leap come to life, but it did. Enough so that all could see what I perceived in the swirls and shifts of color.

And for weeks on end, the “spear” in my hand was nothing but a blank spot. Finally, I can see what I clutch in my hand, piercing the brightness before me, so blinding I still cannot see the future. But this pointed jewel of light guides me ever onward, while the trusty steed beneath me powers my journey.

Once again, my watercolor oracle has come through to guide my life, displaying insights my brain is too clumsy to find on its own. The water and paint respond, somehow, to beams of light-intelligence flickering into my life and make them appear before me, teaching, guiding, revealing all that has been hidden. The only requirement is a massive dose of trust. I am not a painter, and yet I am. I paint my life with these energies unseen every day. The colors snag them from the Inner Realms and bring them out where I can see what is unfolding, as I skate along the light frequencies of life’s intricate patterns.

My Sister and the Elephants

Posted on April 23, 2015

Remember-Me-WEBThis painting is called “Remember Me” and it’s dedicated to my big sister, Linda Jo Hunter, animal advocate, wildlife tracker, artist, and author (Lonesome for Bears). It happened by accident. Again. It all started with two new paint colors and an elephant’s eye.

Linda and I went shopping for art supplies during her most recent visit to San Diego. We’d just had a lovely lunch date, one of the two times a year I get to see her. When she and husband Mike travel to or from their home in Washington state to their winter camping and surf adventures in the Baja peninsula, they always stop in San Diego and we get to spend a couple of hours catching up.

Later on, she would show me the oil paintings she created this winter. But for now, she was encouraging me to buy two new colors to add to my watercolor paints. I’m a newbie and definitely more author than artist, so I need all the encouragement I can get. Phthalo Turquoise and Indian Yellow had drawn my attention. “Oh, you’ll love the Indian Yellow,” said she.

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Art Brain, Word Brain … Psychic Brain

Posted on January 3, 2015

I’m a word person. I write books. I used to be a newspaper journalist. Ever since a traumatic comparison of my coloring technique with that of my best friend in kindergarten, I’ve said, “I can’t draw; I can’t paint; I’m not an artist; I’m not a designer.” So naturally when I turned sixty last February, I set out to reconsider that assessment. I forced my Word Brain to try Art Brain. This slammed me straight back into those childhood traumas.

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